The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 397: what you’re looking at

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380 REYNOLDS’ WORKS curring, I went to Madame Angelique’s. I dared not men- tion my brother’s name, for he knew not at the time, nor did I, whether the Marquis of Swalecliffe might not have given information to the police to capture him, and it was therefore requisite to use every possible precaution. I merely asked for the gentleman who was waiting to see me. Oh, that Robert should have so frightfully perilled the good name of his own sister! ”’ Anastatia’s tears rained down her cheeks. Sir Frederick, with more kindness than he had ever displayed toward her, besought her to desist from her explanations, for that he himself was perfectly satisfied; but again wiping away her tears, she insisted upon proceeding. “IT saw Robert there, I met him in that place which I little indeed suspected to be a scene of gilded infamy. He wrote a letter to the Marquis of Swalecliffe, dated from Brussels, and beseeching him to be merciful. This letter Robert implored me to forward to the marquis, with a note from myself to the effect that I would receive whatso- ever reply his lordship might vouchsafe. In that note which I penned to the marquis I added a prayer in support _of the one my brother had already addressed to him. His lordship sent me a prompt answer. He said that for my sake he would do that which otherwise he had been re- solved not to do. It was necessary that I should see my brother again, to communicate this response, and I. saw him at the same place. Two or three times subsequently I saw him there, to report how the negotiation was pro- eressing with yourself. Through your means the difficulty was settled, and my brother in due time affected to have returned from the Continent. Now, my dear husband, - you comprehend how it was that I visited the interior of Madame Angelique’s establishment on a few occasions prior to my marriage.” “And doubtless, Anastatia,’ observed Sir Frederick, “it was for a similar reason, after marriage, when your profligate brother again fell into difficulties, and when some usurious attorney threatened to proceed against him criminally — ” “ Yes,” responded Anastatia, ‘‘ again did he pretend to fly to the Continent, again was it given out that he had gone to Paris or Brussels, that the officers of the law might EoOmichbooks (E(0) mi